grip a strip off my sworn opposites Swarmith the unit of hornets who love to sting shit Bring me my mic case I wanna slice 'em to bits Start at the
a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Pow, you gets my divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my
in my last testament and my hidden scrolls See my icon straight faced with a torn robe A beard and some cornrows The whole globe hears when I perform my
rip roar Heart felt truth in every lyric I spit forth Raise up time to lift off Written on a lega pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board My og, my homey
't no mo' My name's sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights Endless fights, but still can't walk to the light 'Cause my
well, it is well, There is peace in my dispare, Knowing God will hear my prayer, And I will cling, To the promise that He brings, Even death will have no sting
Straight ahead before me I see Castle towers Oh no, that means prisoners I hear the severed sounds Of dark And distilled Coated hearts Who's thoughts
, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise I got my
respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise I got my
s all bright and sunny when you're holdin' big money My Sonics got youth, first my mud got honey I could be the king of grunge if I blow my spunge away
last real nigga alive, understand that, And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ), A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that, Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my
stings the toes and bites the noses as over the ground we go. Over the river and through the woods to have a full day of play.Oh, hear the bells ringing
husbands in three-piece-suits It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul In the Vienna streets, got my feet
in my marriage with the game in the cabbage with my name and my status but I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight
things in the air out there Ever since I found there's been Humming birds around my head I got tiny little bee stings on my heart Where the love blooms
last real nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the King, where my bricks, where my
fight for my kin Like the X-Men, my sense will be simile dressing and visually Pounce my flows round the rings of Saturn Gore-texxing, next section, jet-settin' My
Got them scars on my face 'cause my health be poor You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo' No, I don't want your girl, she be suckin' my big